Post by Incendio on Nov 21, 2010 14:03:28 GMT -5
I want to start by saying I know that I have a relatively young account, but if the story is good, I should like to be allowed to post it. I understand the rules and I have also realized they were most likely instated to keep "Halo n00bs" as you call them from posting poorly written pieces of garbage. however, seeing as I don't even own an Xbox, we can consider that point officially moot. Now on to the story.
Op Cardinal Tempest.
Ukraine.
NATO v. USRP
There had been fighting all day, the air reeked with blood and gunpowder. Soldiers were running through the fields and forest near the house of a simple farmer. Throughout the day he had been shot at, beaten, and supposedly "rescued" by NATO forces who then proceeded to interrogate and torture him before tossing him into a bush to die. But he had somehow crawled the seemingly impossible distance back to his home and found a large knife for defense.
He knew he needed medical help, he was bleeding badly, and his limited knowledge of healing consisted of wrapping a cloth around the cuts he had sustained. when he was in the NATO base he had overhead them mention an American doctor nearby. There were no local doctors, they had all been captured or killed by the USRP months ago.
The man had been beaten before, but this time it was bad. the USRP had always shown a bit of restraint, they knew the civilians were who they were fighting for. But the NATO soldiers had showed no such mercy, assuming all locals were in support of the rebels.
The farmers eyes hardened. He knew what he had to do. Laying low until a small squad of armed contractors had walked by, he began limping his way to a small lookout post far in the distance that had been hotly contested since the day had begun. Loud gunfire erupted nearby and he dropped prone, the thick brown loam coating his face and clothes. Sunlight filtered through an overhanging thorn bush, allowing enough visibility to see where he was crawling. He stopped every few minutes at the slightest noise.
10 minutes later he had crawled about 50 yards. By this point his lungs where chock full of dust, but if he were to cough, the guards at the tower would hear him for sure so he did what he had always done, endured. About 10 yards away through more underbrush and trees stood the tower. Only about 10 feet high, but it certainly was a good spot for either side to have, having good visibility. Right now, the NATO flag was raised high. He looked closely at the tower; there was only one guard! This was exceptional luck, just one? And clearly he had only shipped out recently, a frightened boy. He reminded the farmer of his own son who had been killed in a firefight some weeks ago. But there was no time for sentimentality, he had to find out where the doctor was.
Moving slowly, he stood up raising his hands high and calling out in passable English, "Please, don't shoot! I am civilian! Unarmed!". The American wheeled around and pointed his gun right at the farmers head. He seemed unsure of what to do. The farmer approached the tower slowly. calling out "Please, I need help". He began to climb the ladder leading to the top of the outpost. The American seemed convinced the strange man was just a simple farmer, whom NATO was supposed to be protecting, and helped him up. "What do you need?" He asked, leaning over the man. The farmer grinned through dirty teeth, "Help." he said sardonically, and stabbed him in the chest.
He picked up the boys radio and began to listen for any news of the Doctor. After a few unfruitful minutes he gave up and grabbed the Americans gun, not sure what he was going to do with it, when he heard footsteps nearby. Peeking ever so slightly out of the tower, he saw two Americans walking in a column with two men he had known for years, both lived nearby, and one more man he didn't know...It was the doctor! His white robe and medical clearly gave him away.
The Ukrainian man, who until today and never been violent, had never harmed another, prepared to take his 2nd and 3rd lives today. Raising the gun to his cheek, he waited till the five men had passed him, then fired, taking out the first soldier and quickly the second, firing several rounds into each of their torsos with a fury born of desperation.
The shooting stopped, both were dead on the ground with the doctor and one civilian huddled close together. Laying the gun down, the lone farmer called to the doctor, but before he could ask for help, the second man, who he considered a friend, spun 'round from behind a tree, with a pistol raised and fired one round directly into the man's chest, where it penetrated his heart. He staggered for a moment, and fell backwards onto the NATO private whose life he had taken, his unseeing eyes open only to the sky he grew up under.
I know this story is from an old event, but I waited to post it so my account wasn't completely new. Please just read through it before judging me on how long I have been active. Also, if someone could tell me how to paragraph more precisely I would be much obliged, Tab doesn't seem to work. Thank you.
Op Cardinal Tempest.
Ukraine.
NATO v. USRP
There had been fighting all day, the air reeked with blood and gunpowder. Soldiers were running through the fields and forest near the house of a simple farmer. Throughout the day he had been shot at, beaten, and supposedly "rescued" by NATO forces who then proceeded to interrogate and torture him before tossing him into a bush to die. But he had somehow crawled the seemingly impossible distance back to his home and found a large knife for defense.
He knew he needed medical help, he was bleeding badly, and his limited knowledge of healing consisted of wrapping a cloth around the cuts he had sustained. when he was in the NATO base he had overhead them mention an American doctor nearby. There were no local doctors, they had all been captured or killed by the USRP months ago.
The man had been beaten before, but this time it was bad. the USRP had always shown a bit of restraint, they knew the civilians were who they were fighting for. But the NATO soldiers had showed no such mercy, assuming all locals were in support of the rebels.
The farmers eyes hardened. He knew what he had to do. Laying low until a small squad of armed contractors had walked by, he began limping his way to a small lookout post far in the distance that had been hotly contested since the day had begun. Loud gunfire erupted nearby and he dropped prone, the thick brown loam coating his face and clothes. Sunlight filtered through an overhanging thorn bush, allowing enough visibility to see where he was crawling. He stopped every few minutes at the slightest noise.
10 minutes later he had crawled about 50 yards. By this point his lungs where chock full of dust, but if he were to cough, the guards at the tower would hear him for sure so he did what he had always done, endured. About 10 yards away through more underbrush and trees stood the tower. Only about 10 feet high, but it certainly was a good spot for either side to have, having good visibility. Right now, the NATO flag was raised high. He looked closely at the tower; there was only one guard! This was exceptional luck, just one? And clearly he had only shipped out recently, a frightened boy. He reminded the farmer of his own son who had been killed in a firefight some weeks ago. But there was no time for sentimentality, he had to find out where the doctor was.
Moving slowly, he stood up raising his hands high and calling out in passable English, "Please, don't shoot! I am civilian! Unarmed!". The American wheeled around and pointed his gun right at the farmers head. He seemed unsure of what to do. The farmer approached the tower slowly. calling out "Please, I need help". He began to climb the ladder leading to the top of the outpost. The American seemed convinced the strange man was just a simple farmer, whom NATO was supposed to be protecting, and helped him up. "What do you need?" He asked, leaning over the man. The farmer grinned through dirty teeth, "Help." he said sardonically, and stabbed him in the chest.
He picked up the boys radio and began to listen for any news of the Doctor. After a few unfruitful minutes he gave up and grabbed the Americans gun, not sure what he was going to do with it, when he heard footsteps nearby. Peeking ever so slightly out of the tower, he saw two Americans walking in a column with two men he had known for years, both lived nearby, and one more man he didn't know...It was the doctor! His white robe and medical clearly gave him away.
The Ukrainian man, who until today and never been violent, had never harmed another, prepared to take his 2nd and 3rd lives today. Raising the gun to his cheek, he waited till the five men had passed him, then fired, taking out the first soldier and quickly the second, firing several rounds into each of their torsos with a fury born of desperation.
The shooting stopped, both were dead on the ground with the doctor and one civilian huddled close together. Laying the gun down, the lone farmer called to the doctor, but before he could ask for help, the second man, who he considered a friend, spun 'round from behind a tree, with a pistol raised and fired one round directly into the man's chest, where it penetrated his heart. He staggered for a moment, and fell backwards onto the NATO private whose life he had taken, his unseeing eyes open only to the sky he grew up under.
I know this story is from an old event, but I waited to post it so my account wasn't completely new. Please just read through it before judging me on how long I have been active. Also, if someone could tell me how to paragraph more precisely I would be much obliged, Tab doesn't seem to work. Thank you.
